Charlie sighed dreamily as he stretched out on his bed feeling languid and. As he buried his face in his arms, the world slowly falling into nothingness; completely meaningless, warm, firm hands rubbed over the back of his neck. Sighing Charlie turned his head, rolled his shoulders and made a approving noise of the ministrations.
“How’re you doing, sport?”
“‘m fine.”
“You feel all stressed,” Bernard, the owner of the voice and the magic, massaging fingers, said. As if to emphasize the point he dug his fingers in and rolled his palm, causing Charlie to whimper in discomfort. “What’s up?”
“Nothing really, just... Same old stuff, people getting on me about still believing in Santa, still leaving out food, decorating early, you know...”
Bernard made a noise of understanding, before pushing up onto the bed and straddling Charlie’s waist, knees hugging his hips before sliding his hands slowly under Charlie’s baggy shirt, giving him the chance to say no, before beginning to work his fingers into Charlie’s tired muscles. “They just don’t understand like you. They’re not lucky.”
“I’ve missed you. I hate not being able to stay here all the time. And I hate that you can’t visit me as much anymore. I wish I could introduce my friends to my awesome elfin boyfriend.”
Bernard huffed a laugh, his mouth moving to descend on Charlie’s neck, pressing his lips to the delicate skin of Charlie’s pulse. “I’m not exactly a normal significant other. I don’t understand all the cool, hip slang or... you know... dress appropriately or have round ears.”
“But I like that,” Charlie assured, giving a low pleased moan and a roll of his hips as Bernard worked out a particular knot. “Tell me why I can’t stay at the North Pole all the time again?”
“The very gist of it is because in the end you’d turn into an elf.”
“Is that how you became an elf?”
Bernard hummed softly and pulled off Charlie’s shirt, kissing up his spine, sucking every so often or nibbling. He slowly slid off Charlie and stretched beside him, smiling as Charlie watched him through half lidded eyes. Slowly Charlie draped over Bernard before lightly pressing their mouths together.
Bernard smiled and brushed his fingers through Charlie’s hair as Charlie pulled away and rubbed their noses together. “Go to sleep, sport.”
Charlie nodded, the tiredness and relaxed atmosphere, and positive Bernard energy lulling him to sleep. “Night.”
Bernard pressed his mouth to Charlie’s forehead. “Sleep tight.”
Assurance - PG-13 - Charlie/Bernard - Pampering
“How’re you doing, sport?”
“‘m fine.”
“You feel all stressed,” Bernard, the owner of the voice and the magic, massaging fingers, said. As if to emphasize the point he dug his fingers in and rolled his palm, causing Charlie to whimper in discomfort. “What’s up?”
“Nothing really, just... Same old stuff, people getting on me about still believing in Santa, still leaving out food, decorating early, you know...”
Bernard made a noise of understanding, before pushing up onto the bed and straddling Charlie’s waist, knees hugging his hips before sliding his hands slowly under Charlie’s baggy shirt, giving him the chance to say no, before beginning to work his fingers into Charlie’s tired muscles. “They just don’t understand like you. They’re not lucky.”
“I’ve missed you. I hate not being able to stay here all the time. And I hate that you can’t visit me as much anymore. I wish I could introduce my friends to my awesome elfin boyfriend.”
Bernard huffed a laugh, his mouth moving to descend on Charlie’s neck, pressing his lips to the delicate skin of Charlie’s pulse. “I’m not exactly a normal significant other. I don’t understand all the cool, hip slang or... you know... dress appropriately or have round ears.”
“But I like that,” Charlie assured, giving a low pleased moan and a roll of his hips as Bernard worked out a particular knot. “Tell me why I can’t stay at the North Pole all the time again?”
“The very gist of it is because in the end you’d turn into an elf.”
“Is that how you became an elf?”
Bernard hummed softly and pulled off Charlie’s shirt, kissing up his spine, sucking every so often or nibbling. He slowly slid off Charlie and stretched beside him, smiling as Charlie watched him through half lidded eyes. Slowly Charlie draped over Bernard before lightly pressing their mouths together.
Bernard smiled and brushed his fingers through Charlie’s hair as Charlie pulled away and rubbed their noses together. “Go to sleep, sport.”
Charlie nodded, the tiredness and relaxed atmosphere, and positive Bernard energy lulling him to sleep. “Night.”
Bernard pressed his mouth to Charlie’s forehead. “Sleep tight.”